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Winter Is Here

by Hasini Peyyala

For the poinsettias

The land is desolate

The cold creeps in from every angle

Like dull sand from the beach

It's all so bleak

And lifeless

Untethered, untethered

There's a gap in the space between the grass and the first snowfall

It's masked by the white whole

But exposed by the snow angels and the track prints

Three snowflakes left the clouds

To settle a half-dead tree

To the heavens they never returned,

But made dew on the leaves

And a poinsettia was born


Hasini is a current junior in high school. She is an avid reader. She enjoys writing and playingh board ghames in her free time.


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